Jingyangji

The blue sky is like a wash reflecting the sun, and the green willows are swaying gently. The summer is long. The mottled bamboo shadows are cool, and the gentle breeze whispers to the heart. The lakes and mountains are surrounded by haze, and swallows dance and butterflies fly around the painted beams. The starry night is still young, and the moon hangs on my head, dreaming of good fortune. Time flies, don't forget it, time passes easily, leaving behind the fragrance of ink. Every word in the poem is beautiful as he picks up the pen and expresses his thoughts.